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insanity, scared me even more.
    “Yeah, you are,” Finn admitted. “But you can’t do that. Not like this.”
    “I didn’t do anything! And even if I did, who are you to try and stop me?” Something else flashed in my mind, and I looked at him. “Can you even stop me?”
    “You can’t use it on me now.” Finn shook his head absently. “It’s really not that major, especially the way you’re using it.”
    “What is it?” I asked quietly, finding it hard to make my mouth work. I let go of any pretense I had that I didn’t know what was going on, and my shoulders sagged.
    “It’s called persuasion ,” Finn said emphatically, as if that were somehow much different from what I had been saying. “Technically, it would be called psychokinesis. It’s a form of mind control.”
    I found it disturbing how matter-of-factly he talked about all of this, as if we were talking about biology homework instead of the possibility that I possessed some kind of paranormal ability.
    “How do you know?” I asked. “How do you know what I have? How did you even know I was doing it?”
    “Experience,” he shrugged.
    “What does that mean?”  
    “It’s complicated.” He rubbed the back of his head and stared at the floor. “You’re not going to believe me. But I haven’t lied to you, and I never will. Do you believe that at least?”
    “I think so,” I replied tentatively. Considering we’d only spoken a handful of times, he hadn’t much of an opportunity to lie to me.
    “That’s a start.” Finn took a deep breath, and I nervously pulled at a strand of my hair as I watched him. Almost sheepishly, he said, “You’re a changeling.” He looked expectantly at me, waiting for some kind of dramatic reaction.
    “I don’t even know what that is,” I shrugged. “Isn’t it like a movie with Angelina Jolie or something?” I shook my head. “I don’t know what it means.”
    “You don’t know what it is?” Finn smirked. “Of course you don’t know what it is. It would make it all too easy if you had even the slightest inclining about what is going on.”
    “It would, wouldn’t it?” I agreed.
    “A changeling is a child that has been secretly exchanged for another.”
    The room got this weird, foggy quality to it. My mind flashed onto my mother, and the things she had screamed at me. I had always known I didn’t belong, but at the same time, I’d never consciously believed it was true. 
    But now, suddenly, Finn confirmed all the suspicions I had been harboring. All the horrible things my mother had told me were true.
    “But how…” Dazedly, I shook my head and realized one important fact. “How would you know that? How could you possibly know that? Even if it were true?”
    “Well…” Finn watched me as I struggled to let everything sink in and decided to continue. “You’re Trylle. It’s what we do.”
    “Trylle? Is that like your last name or something?” I asked.
    “No,” Finn smiled. “Trylle is the name of our ‘tribe,’ if you will.” He rubbed the side of his temple. “This is hard to explain. We are, um, trolls.”
    “You’re telling me that I’m a troll ?” I raised my eyebrow, and finally decided that he must be insane.
    Nothing about me resembled a pink-haired doll with a jewel in its stomach or a creepy little monster that lived under a bridge. Admittedly, I was kind of short, but Finn was at least six feet tall.
    “You’re thinking of trolls the way they’ve been misrepresented, obviously,” Finn hurried to explain. “That’s why we prefer Trylle. You don’t get any of that silly ‘Billy Goats Gruff’ imagery. But now I have you staring at me like I have totally lost my mind.”
    “You have lost your mind.” I trembled, out of shock and fear, and I didn’t know what to think. I should’ve thrown him out of my room, but then again, I never should’ve let him in.
    “Okay. Think about it, Wendy.” Finn moved on to trying to reason with me, as if his